Page 51 of Shifters Unifying
“I’ll fix it,” he growled, voice thick with something primal, and then he tore the rest, using his teeth and hands. In moments, the flat sheet was shredded.
I gasped at both the sheer audacity and the way my body responded to his feral behavior. God help whoever cleaned the room later. At least they’d have some juicy gossip about their alpha and the multimorph.
Logan cupped my breast before trailing fervent kisses lower and lower. His tongue teased me, grazing my lower abdomen. “I need you.”
I wrapped my legs around his neck, hooked my ankles together, and arched my hips toward his face. “Logan. I can’t wait. Hurry.”
“I’ll never have enough of you, Emma.” He nuzzled the most private part of me and took a deep breath. “Never.”
After I released my legs, I dropped back to the mattress. “Oh, fuck me. I’ve wanted you for days.”
Logan gripped a fistful of my hair, and I let out a sharp moan. He dragged his tongue along my skin once more, and I felt like a fruit he was trying to savor when what we both needed was for him to devour me as fast as he could.
“You’re going too slowly,” I snapped. “I want to fuck you. Now.” In one fluid motion, I hooked my leg around his hip and flipped him beneath me.
He grunted as I switched places with him and shoved him down on the bed, scrambling onto him. “Where’d you learn how to do that?”
“Training,” I answered. I didn’t bother taking him into my mouth, didn’t bother wetting anything. No, I needed him in me.Now.
Straddling him, I guided his dick inside, and I hissed with pleasure as I slid down the length of him.
He released a low guttural moan. “Mmm…”
I wasted no time, as I began riding him, hard and fast.
“You’re so impatient,” he breathed. His reached for my breasts.
I laced my fingers through his and guided him to squeeze my nipples so tightly pleasure-laced pain shot through me.
A noise I’ve never made before—a strange, desperate growl—escaped my lips, and I leaned back, rocking on his dick. I stared into his eyes, intent.
“Emma,” he groaned. “Fuck.”
Before I might have been embarrassed, but not now, not anymore. Not since we’d knotted. But was this too much? Could I lose myself like this with him? We could forget the rest of the world, Acheron, everything, if we were together.
Logan searched my face, and I knew he could hear my every thought. He released a low seductive laugh, before flipping me over to trade places once more, his own growl washing over my body. He guided his own dick into me, taking me from behind. Once again, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling harder this time.
Our hips eagerly ground against each other. “You like that, hmmm?” he asked, tugging my hair again.
I whimpered, and he slapped my ass in response. “Again, again,” I panted. “Harder. Faster.”
And he obliged. He was my anchor in the never-ending storm around us—the only sure thing in my life.
His moans rippled through my body, and his passion flares across the bond between us, amplifying it all, until I chased his pleasure almost as hard as I pursued my own. I clenched around him, as if every part of me needed to cling to him.
“Logan,” I cried out, quickening my stroke, my hips arching and pleading for him to go deeper.
“Fuck.” He dug his nails into my shoulders, slamming me into him, impaling me over and over.
“Yes, oh, yes,” I cried. My ass rose each time, the bed squeaking beneath us.
Logan reached around my waist and searched for my clit in between thrusts, timing his strokes. “Emma, I can’t… So close… Can’t hang on much longer.”
“Don’t. Stop,” I shrieked, bucking beneath him, demanding every inch of him.
Groaning, he doesn’t change his pace. Even his breathing stays the same.
I glanced over my shoulder, taking in his gritted teeth, the focused twist to his face. He was determined not to come before me. I bit back my moans to make it easier on him. But I wasn’t able to keep my body from quaking beneath his, my hips moving wildly with each thrust.
